Post by Danny on Oct 3, 2021 14:00:32 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo along with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Corey Graves: It's another week and another big night for Revolution. It's the last show before Bad Blood and both Punk and Lawlor will be in action tonight.
Tom Phillips Plus I got word that WARHORSE has a special message for-
Cold War - would blast out of the sound speakers as none other than the mad king himself Eddie Kingston would walk out onto the stage. The crowd were up and on there feet for the man as he looked down to the ring with a smirk on his face as he walked down. Reaching the bottom of the ramp he would slap the hands of the fans reaching out for him before running and sliding into the ring. He pulled the microphone from his pocket, that got an even bigger cheer from the crowd as he held it in his hand for a moment. Savoring the moment a little bit longer, listening to the crowd chant his name as he just breathed in and started to speak.
“Here we are folks, one week away from my moment. It has been one heck of a long road and it ain’t been easy. I am carrying the scars to prove it, a beaten and broken body as my payment. Twenty years wear and tear on me, but I am this damn close to getting what I want - and it is all going to be worth it. I only wish I was facing someone - better you know. Someone with pride, someone with passion, someone with - I don’t know, a pair of fucking balls, because Seth ain’t that man. He has been ducking me for a month now. He has been hiding in the back or at home cleaning the house for the man like a good little bitch! My twenty year journey to championship success fucking deserved better than this. My long road to the top deserved someone that was going to give me a match of my life, instead of got this, Seth Rollins - a man so full of himself, so arrogant, so damn cocky that he allowed a little distraction last week to cost him a match. A man that honestly, is the very definition of a paper champion. A man who took the loss last week, because of what I said and what - what has he done? Nothing - not a damn thing, it is almost as if he was happy to loss. It was almost as if he didn’t care at all, if he can loss like that, just by me standing on the stage, I ain’t holding out much hope for him when he gets into the ring with me next week. This entire month, he has done nothing. This entire month he has acted like I am not even here, that he does not have a date with destiny, that he is not going one on one with the mad king himself for his title. It is almost as if he has stuck his head in the sand and does not want to face the truth, while tonight he will know what is happening. He has been losing every damn time he has stepped into the ring, tonight - he will get the win, tonight he will get his hand raised, because he is my partner and that means - he will get a pass. Tonight Seth - there is no more hiding, tonight there is no more ducking me, tonight your going to have to drag your sorry ass out from the back and stand on that ring apron and be my god damn tag partner and you will get a front row seat. You will see why I am one of the best wrestlers in the world tonight and you will see why I am your challenger. You ignored me for a month fine, you want to play it like that, then be my guest. But tonight you cannot hide from me, tonight you will see what is coming your way tonight Seth Rollins, your going to team with The Mad King and i am going to do you a favor for keeping my title warm for me all this time, I am going to give you a victory of the back of my hard work, like all times huh - when you leeched of the shield. I am going to give you your last victory, before I take your title and your fucking career.”
Eddie lowers his microphone and stares up up the ramp waiting on the champion to show himself. He doesn't have to wait long--
Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more.
Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The Intercontinental Championship is firmly strapped around his waist and the brand new champion makes his way from the backstage arena with an extremely smug and arrogant aura. He smacks the title one good time to make sure that all eyes are on the belt before continuing down to the ring. Seth Rollins is all by his lonesome as his manager is missing in action.
The fans show their disapproval for the duo by launching incredibly loud boo's in unison that would register on the Richter scale. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring. Seth goes to one of the sides of the ropes facing the fans and he hoists the Intercontinental Championship up over his head with one hand. Seth screams at the top of lungs while boasting the title to as if to remind everyone exactly who he is. The fans react with an even louder negative reaction.
Seth Rollins: My God, your voice is more annoying than my wife’s when she’s on her cycle.
The fans shower The Intercontinental Champion with a deafening chorus of boo’s as he smirks at his remarks to his challenger. Rollins shrugs off the crowd’s remarks as he displays as even larger smirk, drawing the ire of the crowd and his challenger.
I don’t watch too much television, but I am familiar with the Disney Show ‘Loki.’ Your constant drunken, nonsensical babbling about a ‘shield’ may just happen to be a version of me that exists in a different timeline but what do I know? I’m not affiliated with the Time Variance Authority; nope, I’m just the version of me that exists here in UWF, making a damn good name for myself—and it didn’t take me twenty years to do it.
The cocky demeaner from Seth Rollins permeated through the air in a way that annoys every demographic of fan in the arena. The boos rattle and shake the ring as Seth revels in the negative atmosphere. He seems to be at home while his challenger doesn’t care to hear a word that the champion has to say. Seth pats his championship to rub it in a bit more as the boo’s somehow continue to increase in volume.
Eddie, Eddie—it’s about time that you slowly come down off that high horse of yours. You see, I haven’t ignored you for a month. Rather, I’ve been paying attention to for a month from afar. You see, it agitates you that I haven’t given you the attention that you think you deserve. That has been a part of the plan all along, you see I knew it would bother you and get under your skin-- because deep down inside you still have the mental temperament of an adolescent child.
Seth pauses so his words can pierce his opponent once more before he continues his speech.
I’ve spent the past month learning about what makes you tick. A hunter doesn’t just go into the wild without a plan Eddie. They sharpen their knives first, and they load the gun up with enough ammunition. I’ve been seeing exactly what your strong points are as well as your weaknesses. I’ve been scanning you inside and out and looking for your exact breaking point—and I’ve found it. You see, the fumes that you’ve been sniffing from the gas containers that Ethan leaves along the side of the ring for your matches have been intoxicating your brain to the point that you don’t even understand reality anymore. You can’t even begin to decipher the dangerous world that you’re about to enter come Bad Blood. The training wheels that have been placed on the side of your bike-- that is your UWF career—are going to come off at Bad Blood. And I can guarantee you that it isn’t going to end in a serenade. Your pity party for your absolute dump fire of a career is about go up in smoke along with your chances are making a name for yourself at my expense. The weeks of you getting feeble, weak, unmotivated, and cherry-picked opponents ends—and now your nightmare begins.
The fans negative reception causes Seth to pause once more. He allows them to let out their feelings before continuing.
You’re about to remember exactly why you’ve been in this business for twenty years and you haven’t achieved a damn thing. It’s because every time you finally find a door worth a damn to enter you always get shoved right back out of it. Every time you climb a proverbial mountain, before you get to the top, you get shoved back down to the bottom and someone more deserving gets to enter the door. There’s a reason you spent two decades wresting in bingo halls and in trailer parks Eddie. That reason being that no one around the world cares about you. You’re like the child that thinks the Earth is flat even though there’s countless documents and proof around the world that says the opposite. In your mind you believe you’ve discovered something that others can’t see, while everyone else just laughs at your ignorance and stupidity. In this aspect it’s not your stupidity, but your lack of athleticism, strength, & experience that hinders you from getting to the cream of the crop.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the big fairytale ending that you’re looking for isn’t coming anytime soon. You’re going to have to wait another twenty years at this pace because you’re never going to be able to take this title off me as long as I’m still walking on this planet.
Seth lowers his mic and stares a hole through the soul of Eddie as he awaits his response. Eddie licks his lips and raises his mic to his mouth to respond.
“That it, you done? That’s all you got for me – I waited an entire month for that, can’t say that I am shocked really, should never have expected anything worthwhile from you, afterall – all you have done here in UWF is just – coast on through.”
The mad king remained where he was as he stared at the man before him, but more importantly he stared right at the championship he held onto, because that’s what it was all about, that’s what it all came down to, that’s what this thing was about, between them it came down to who was the better man, who was the better wrestler and more to the point, it would come down to the simplest of things, who wanted it more.
“Then I guess Seth you’re not going to be walking much longer. You claim to have a vice like grip on that title, but we all know the truth. You have had it easy here. Come on – look at who you have faced, who has stepped up to face you here, you are the one who has been cherry picking your opponent’s here, you are the one who has had it easy here. For me since day one it has been a fight. Nothing handed to me, no doors opened to me, I was set up to fail. Everyone in the back, yourself included took one look at me and rolled their eyes. Each and every single one of you had a good laugh, a good chuckle at me, looking me up and down – saying I would not last a week. That I would be beaten and kicked out the door – but who is laughing now little man. Who has the smirk on their face? You talk about taking a month to learn about me – what have you been doing then? Learning how to lose matches? Learning how to be a shit champion? Learning how to be a coward? Seems to me all you have been doing is ducking me and there is nothing you can say or do that will change my mind. I know a coward when I see one, I know fear when I stare into someone’s eyes and I know the feeling when the gig is up, when everything is crashing down and you stink of it Seth. Your time is over, and now it is my time. You have had your day in the sun, you have had your fun, but now it is my turn. My turn to do something right for this company, my turn to show you all – what a real champion should be.”
The mad king takes a moment as he would push himself up from the corner and take a few steps towards Seth. His hands held up in the air, peace for now. Afterall tonight they had a job to do, they where going to be stepping into the ring again tonight as partners, but after that – the road was clear to Bad Blood and there was nothing stopping them from killing one another, but the mad king made it clear, tonight Seth gets a free pass, because he wants him at his damn best.
“The Intercontinental Championship used to mean something, a long time ago. It used to stand for something, like you did once. You used to be the king slayer, you used to be the man, but Seth – I don’t know what the fuck happened to you, and I don’t care because all I see is wasted potential before me. A man who has dragged the Intercontinental Championship through the mud along with himself, a man who honestly does not deserve to be the Intercontinental Champion, but I know a man who does deserve the Intercontinental Championship – and your looking at me. Twenty years is a long wait, and you can take the piss out of me all you want, but the Intercontinental Championship is right there, all I have to do is reach out and take it from you and I am going to do that Seth. I am going to take it from you and you can spend another month hiding and taking notes – taking notes on how to be a real champion, because when the Intercontinental Championship is around my waist, you will see what a man does when he is a champion. You will see what it means for me to be the Intercontinental Champion, because that title – will be defended, it will not just be a prop or a decoration like it is in your hands – it is going to mean something. Seth – it is over for you, accept that now and make things easier for you, because tonight – is the last night you ever have a victory and at Bad Blood, the Intercontinental Championship will finally be in the hands, of someone deserving of it.”
It's Eddie's turn to smirk as he glances as the belt in Seth's hands. Rollins follows up by speaking up quickly.
Seth Rollins: Blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, Blah.
The fans boo mercilessly as Seth’s arrogant tone blares throughout the arena.
The only thing that I’ve accepted is that you are a man with no actual substance. You’re like a toddler who repeats the same mischievous behavior daily except it’s with your words. You repeat yourself as if you truly believe that all your long-winded speeches are different. The reason you haven’t achieved anything in this business—besides the fact that you clearly aren’t cut out for it—is because you pride yourself on strangers being sympathetic towards you. You enjoy people feeling sorry for you. I mean why else would you keep reminding us about your 20 years of absolute FAILURE to the world? Are you a goddamn parrot?! We get it Eddie, your career up until this point has been the equivalent to that of a remedial student reading a basic picture book, stuttering over ever small thing that comes up.
Your career in this company has been tweaked to make you seem like a much bigger deal than you really are. Your manipulated win/less record means nothing to me. Once I shatter it, you won’t have anything else to hold onto in this precious world. In one week, you’ll have one more failure to add to the list, and this one may just be the biggest of them all. Excluding the last man to hold this championship, winning this title means that you will challenge for the top championship soon, where you more than likely end up being the main man. You, Eddie, just aren’t ready for that. The lights will be too bright, the stakes will be too high, and you won’t be aided with luck or hand-picked opponents to make you look better than you really are. You’re just Ethan’s newest toy in a desperate attempt to sell a few more seats in the arena. In one week, that toy is about to get crushed and put back on the shelf. Only program is once I break that toy and put it back on the shelf, there won’t be any refunds.
The fans boo The Intercontinental Champion and he just laughs it off.
I know a guy like you is just groveling in his soiled pants about all your little wins and my few losses that have come as of late. Both of those losses were flawed, but it seems here as if no one cares about how you get a win, if you get it. Since you don’t seem to care or understand that aspect, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind for our little championship match. Why don't you pull up your little britches boy and get a little closer to a real star in this company. Because the closest you will ever get to acquiring this championship, is the distance between us right now. You want a shot at glory you pathetic piece of garbage? Then come on, reach for the stars and try to get this gold belt off of me. This is the closest you will ever get to being a star. I'm always going to come around out the blue and hit you with the fire extinguisher and put those flames out.
Seth lowers hic microphone once more as he stares at Eddie. Seth unstraps his championship belt and hoists it high in the air above his head. Eddie steps right into the grill of Rollins and the two mean mug each other with the prized Intercontinental championship high above both men's head.
The scene open with Randy Orton backstage near the screen monitor and he look at the camera.
Welcome, tonight Revolution is the return of the Viper himself. Randy who is one of the most dangerous men in UWF that anybody have ever face, Now my match is against John Cena tonight at Revolution. He and I have had fought many times in the past. And I have always end up winning all my battles. Tonight won't be anything different from the rest. As you see, Cena is losing his mind. He believe in his fantasy world that he is the number one contender for the UWF TV Championship. We all know that isn't true because this is the real world. And somebody need to make Cena face the real fact and get his head out of his ass. We all need to break him out of his fantasy world and live in the real world. That is why tonight. Not only I am going to destroy him and make him bleed as much as possible. I am going to make him pay his debt to the Devil with his own blood and I will also be happy to take a huge bite out of his neck.
As for everyone else watching in UWF. I am pretty sure everyone will witness a huge bloodbath because my hunger and anger is growing every single day. I need more blood and my appetite isn't going anywhere. I am here to stay and I am going to take over UWF. I am going to lay out a full destruction as the new king of UWF while there will be a full body of bloody corpses covering in blood and dust in its wake. Here's a warning to everyone. If you all think I am going to be defeat easily just because I have just return, Don't be surprised if I survived any defeat and come out unharmed. Are you see, now matter how many competitors in UWF beat me to a bloody pulp. I will always come back stronger than ever because the pain helps me. It makes me even stronger and more powerful than I have ever been before. And to all those championship holders in UWF. You all have been warned. All your fates will soon be determined and one day, all your championships will be mine. One day, you all will bow down to me. you will all have no choice to worship me and praised me as the new King of UWF. Whether you like it or not, All your fates lay in my hands because I decide whether you live or not. I am not going to spare anybody of their sacrifice to the Devil. They all will pay and give me what I have came for. Cena tonight will witness the beginning of his destruction of his wrestling career when he come face to face with me.
Tonight, you all will witness a holy grail of deceased corpses covered in blood and dust when I get my hand raised by the end of my match, I will have my lips covered with the sweet and delicious blood of John and I will smile for the camera. You will all witness his blood stain on my chest after I bite Cena's neck and you will look into my eyes. You will all see and witness that UWF belong to not any ordinary man. It belong to the monster and Devil himself.........Randy Orton!
The scene fades and ends with Randy Orton giving a devilish stare into the camera.
We're taken to an undisclosed location where a wrestling ring is set up in a dark room. Flood lights illuminate the ring itself and in front of the ring is Chad Gable. His expression is serious and unchanging. In the background you can hear the distance sounds of rings being hit by bodies and disembodied screams. The noises don't effect Chad in the least and he shows no signs that he's even heard them. He continues to look dead into the camera.
Chad Gable
This.. is my Alpha Academy. For too long I worried about making those around me better, that I lost my way. That I forgot that his scared place is what made me who I am. That this grave yard of rope, and canvas, metal and wood, is what made me an Olympian. This place is the sacred battleground where warriors are made and the weak perish. Behind me lies the most beautiful monster man ever made. A simple construction made up of only a few materials. A 20 x 20 square. But this ring behind me holds more memories than anyone of us combined. Every bead of sweat. Every tear. Every drop of blood that has fallen on this canvas feeds it. It demands it. It needs it. And like cattle to slaughter we all march to this unforgiven no man's land and offer our bodies. Our blood. Our bones. And for what? Fame. Riches. Success. Every person who offers themselves to this ring shall in return be rewarded with their hearts wildest imagination. This ring takes and takes and takes... but it gives. That is why we return to it. That is why we break our bones and we torture out bodies. The ring craves our sacrifice. Our screams forever sound as this mat is hit. This ring makes us a Champion. It makes us a star. It makes us Alphas.
This life is unfair. This world only cares about the strong, the beautiful, the brave, the powerful, the rich. And this monster behind me can give it all to you if you give your all to it. This canvas creature is the judge, jury and executioner of all of us. It will decide if you are worthy to ascend to the top of Mount Olympus and sit amongst the Gods or if you will fall down to Earth and be a peasant to be consumed by the worms in the ground. This moment right here is what defines you as a person. Will this world own you or will you own the world? It all starts in these ropes. For some of you, this ring will be your salvation. This ring will lead you to the promised land. It will afford you fame, and riches and glory. But for some, for a lot of you, this ring will be your final resting place. This canvas your tombstone. Your screams of failure eaten up by it. This is what will separate the Alpha's from the weak. This is the Alpha Academy. Seal your contract with blood.
The camera pans out from Chad to show rows and rows of people. Males and females alike. All of them dressed the same. All with hands behind their back and staring forward, unwavering. Chad produces a small, but very sharp knife. The first of the recruits steps forward. A tall male, long blond hair pulled back in a neat bun. He offers his hand to Chad. The Leader of the Academy takes the knife and slices the palm of the recruit. He winces for a brief second but then places his hand on the canvas, leaving a bright red mark. The recruit moves down and the next one approaches Gable. Again he slices their hand and they place it on the canvas next to the previous mark. One by one each of the recruits steps up and gets their hand cut and makes their offering to the ring. When the final recruit has finished, the camera zooms in on the shot of the ring, and marks of blood riddled all over it. The scene fades.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles contest, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
John Cena theme hit's the arena when the Fans Cheers for him in mostly Salutes through them
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He's salutes to the UWF Universe
Tony Chimel: From West Newbury, Massachusetts weighing at 260lbs John Cena
Cena Salutes to his fans and runs straight down towards the ring and slides in and runs back in fourth of the ropes and throws his hat and raises up Chain gang pose and takes off his shirt and hands the Ref his chain gang necklace.
The scene opens where the arena is shown as "Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out and he walks down the entrance ramp.
Tony Chimel: Walking down to the ring, From St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs...........The Viper Randy Orton!
VS 
DING! DING!
The bell rings and the two square off, pacing around each other. Two potent names, Randy Orton, John Cena, stop me if you’ve heard this one before. The two standoff, walking around each other with the most cliche of a wrestling match start you’ve ever goddamn seen, but nevertheless, what’d you expect from these two guys?
Corey Graves: Here we go, getting us underway in this one.
The two lock up, collar and elbow, el classico, and they jockey for position. John pulls Randy in by his arm and begins to wrench and turn into it a wrist lock, pulling him tight into his chest, he continues to bring more pain on him. He kicks down and then sways into the turn, trying to make it a little more painful. Orton resists against Cena’s motion and escapes backwards and sweeps Cena’s legs from underneath him.
Orton hops on top for a quick pinfall attempt.
One…
Cena quickly kicks out and rolls over up to his feet, as does Orton, standing with posture, and then swings for a clothesline on Orton, which Orton side steps, and jumps up for a dropkick knocking him down to the canvas. Randy rolls back up to his feet and gloats this quick start of his side of offensive maneuvers. He locks in a grounded headlock and looks up to the referee infamously to “ask him”.
Tom Phillips: It’s been pretty routine back and forth wrasslin thus far, Mauro, who do you see coming out on top in this one?
Mauro Ranallo: I’m not sure Tom, they’re pretty even competitors.
Corey Graves: Yeah right, evenly the shits!
Orton wrenches in and soaks in more pressure on the neck of Cena, trying to wear down the spirits of the people by inflicting punishment on the UWF’s favourite rapper. John slams his foot down to the ground to try and start some momentum and the fans start clapping along to this rhythm. He spins around and gains one foot on the canvas and then begins to stand back up.
Tom Phillips: A steady rhythm to the aid of John Cena!
Corey Graves: Shame he doesn’t have none to move him forward up these ranks to be a main eventer, brother!
John gets his footing completely up as both him and Randy stand. John elbows once into the midsection of Randy Orton, then another one. This frees just enough space for John to escape, he hits the ropes quickly, but when he returns he’s only slammed back down to the mat with a massive powerslam from Randy. He hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
John Cena kicks out at two from the quick momentum of a powerslam. Randy rolls back up and immediately heads to the corner to begin stomping away at the ground, raring up one of his most dangerous moves.
Mauro Ranallo: Is Randy Orton looking for a punt here guys? Already?!
Tom Phillips: Clearly not wanting to waste time.
Randy runs ahead full ahead of steam as Cena stumbles onto his hands and as he does this, he jerks backwards into the corner and Randy hits his knee into the corner, stunning him and allowing John to have time to get back his footing. John hits the ropes as Randy stumbles back into the center of the ring and hits a shoulder block knocking Orton down.
Cena stabilizes back up and then hits a sitout hip toss on him, waits and then as Randy stumbles back up he raises his hand up, waving it in front of his face, hitting the ropes and then coming down hard on Randy with the five knuckle shuffle.
Corey Graves: Four out of five of the five moves of doom made famous by John Cena!
Mauro Ranallo: We could be looking at the tail end here guys!
John pulls him up onto his shoulders for an attitude adjustment, but Randy quickly slides off, kicking John in the back of his knees, making him buckle down. He then runs across and hits a massive punt to the back of John Cena’s head knocking him clean down!
Tom Phillips: Never speak so soon guys!
Randy pulls John up to his feet and then taunts away, and then snaps him down, pulling him down neck first with a massive RKO! He hooks both the legs and then gloats away.
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Randy Orton!
Randy gets his hand raised and smiles, dusting off his hands as we suddenly head elsewhere.
Following the last match, the camera takes us to the commentary table.
Ranallo: More exciting wrestling action is just around the corner, ladies and gentlemen. But first, we're going to share a... well, let's just say somewhat "controversial" clip of our UWF Champion that's been making it's way around social media these past few days.
Graves: That's an understatement. This video went viral, racking up about 3 million views within hours of it getting post.
Phillips: Obviously the UWF does not condone the actions of any party involved here -
Graves: But we're going to show it to you on live TV anyway.
The titantron fires up, switching from the UWF Revolution graphic to a familiar setting. It's a dilapidated studio space that looks like it hasn't seen much upkeep since the early eighties. Maybe even the late seventies. CM Punk is sitting in front of a microphone on one side of the table while former UWF Superstar Mr. Kennedy is across from him. Behind the blond loudmouth loosely hangs a banner that reads:
ASSHOLE LIVE ON 92.5
It's the hottest talk radio program in Wisconsin, and via the power of syndication, many other important markets around the midwest! For the sake of context, it looks like the now infamous clip is going to be played in its entirety.
Kennedy: Once again, thanks to our sponsors at Doug's Lakeland Asbestos Removal. Trust ol' Dougie to get the job done right, folks, and always remember "if you don't soak it, you'll choke it". Okay! This is Asshole Live on 92.5, you're here with the one, the only, Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiistttttttttttttttttttttttttttttterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Kennnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeedddddddddddddyyy...
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CM Punk sits there in silence, watching his host catch his breath, kinda annoyed.
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KENNNNNN - NNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE - DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHY!
And I'm here with the reigning, defending UWF Champion - Chicago's own, CM Punk. Punk, how the hell you doin' today, pal?
Punk takes a sip of his coffee before answering.
Punk: Hey Ken. Yeah, I'm uh... I'm doing well man. Thanks for asking. And thanks for having me on. I'm glad there's no hard feelings about Rebellion.
Kennedy: Water under the bridge, amigo! But let's just say that if I ever see that squat twat Hornswoggle around again, I'm knock a few more inches off him, if you know what I'm sayin'?
Punk: Um, yeah. For sure. Cool.
There's a bit of an awkward silence until Ken leans over and hammers down on the sound effects board.
Kennedy: So! Let's talk your schedule! Cupla big matches coming down the pipe, huh? Who do you got on Revolution this week anyway? No wait, don't tell me, let me just check my notes here...
The Second City Saint does his best to exercise some patience while Mr. Kennedy obnoxiously rummages through a messed up mountain of loose leaf. Finally, he finds what he's looking for.
Kennedy: Ok! Here it is! Says you're fighting... er... how do I pronounce this... To... Tom... Tomato... C-ee... Tomato Canpa... sheesh! Sounds like a real winner!
Punk: Yep. He's a guy that's been around for a while but we've never had the chance to square off. I'm looking forward to it - Ciampa's been running on a bit of a mean streak these past few weeks, so I'm expecting a good fight out of him.
Kennedy: I bet. Those Italians can be so hot-blooded!
Once again, Ken leans over and smacks the sound effect board.
Kennedy: Then what's next? Big pay-per-view. Badd Blood! Well God damn, sounds like a helluva time. Who they got you defending the ol' strap against?
Looking more annoyed by the second, Punk scratches his face hair to placate his simmering rage and answers.
Punk: Tom Lawlor.
Kennedy: Tom Lawlor? You mean "Filthy" Tom Lawlor? That Tom Lawlor?
Punk: The one and only.
With a look of dreadful concern, the die-hard Packers fan goes back to the sound effects.
Kennedy: Yikes! That's a tough one, huh? Kinda your Achilles Heel, isn't it? MMA guys I mean. Thank God it's called Bad Blood and not like... UFC 269 or something like that.
Taking another long, thoughtful sip of his coffee, the Champ speaks up.
Punk: Hmmm... yeah. I know what you're getting at. It isn't lot on me. I remember losing both of my fights in the UFC. I'm not pretending that didn't happen. A lot of people are coming at me like it's some big secret I'm trying to bury in the past but those fights cleared nearly a millions buys and the footage is just a quick youtube search away. It is what it is man. McGregor flopped when he tried boxing. So did Woodley. James Toney got embarrassed going the other way. Shibata's one of the best champions that we've had and his MMA record was four-and-eleven. That's terrible. It's a rare thing to do well in different sports. Tom Lawlor's one of those special guys who's pretty good at a couple things. I'm excellent at one, and it just so happens that that's the one we'll be competing in.
Kennedy: Sure. Sure. Of course. But pal, if Mickey Gall can beat your ass like Nick Cannon beats a snare drum, what's gonna stop a legit killer like Tom Lawlor from tearing you apart?
Forcing a hard, cold smirk, Punk replies.
Punk: A different rule set, a whole other style of combat, years of experience, to name a few things. With a couple of exceptions, nobody gets to the UWF without being an elite caliber talent. Everyone's got their strengths and weaknesses. All I can do is focus on what I bring to the table and try to expose the holes in other guys' games. I haven't lost a match since May. That's four months undefeated, twice as many as Tom's even been in the company. I'm the one who figured out how to beat Bray Wyatt when nobody else could, so I'm felling pretty confident about being to crack Filthy Tom, too.
Kennedy: Fair enough. Never let it be said that you lack confidence, Punker. But hey, between you and me and everyone out there listening right now, I might just place a couple bucks on Team Filthy this time out.
Punk: Yeah cause you Packers' fans sure know how to pick'em.
Now it's Mr. Kennedy's turn to get upset, but he doesn't hide his emotions quite as well.
Kennedy: Woah! Easy there, bucko! You can't just walk into the hallowed halls of Asshole Love and trash talk the greatest football team of - hey, where are you going?
CM Punk pushes his mic aside and stands up, turning to leave. He's had it with this interview. Kennedy leans over the table an grabs him by the shoulder to stop him. Instinctively, Punk yanks him up and over, draping the annoying shock talk DJ up into a fireman's carry before dropping him with a GTS. It's a clumsy connection given the limited space, and while it does the trick, the landing is more awkward still. Ken crashes down in a haphazard heap through the table, taking out the microphones, his monitor, and the sound effect board with him. Punk brushes some dust off his sleeve before getting outta dodge. Kennedy is left moaning in the heap of rubble, sound effects misfiring in distorted tones over the airwaves. The clip concludes, leaving the Champ's actions to be judged by the UWF Universe while Revolution continues elsewhere.
The scene opens up to a very agitated Seth Rollins backstage.
Seth Rollins: I swear to God, when you open your mouth—it better be something good and important.
The camera pans back around to show Paul Heyman looking a little more desperate than usual.
Paul Heyman: Seth the outcomes of those matches were outside of my jurisdiction! I tried to get the ref’s attention but---
Seth Rollins: But my Ass!! I’ve got losses to the likes of Rob Conway and Ciampa now!! God damn Ciampa! I’m on my way to defending my championship against someone undefeated Paul. How the hell can I be losing back-to-back matches to inferior talent? What do you think I pay you for?!
Paul Heyman: Now Seth, I understand exactly what you mean. You’ll be ecstatic to know that I’ve already rectified those situations and everything on the boat will be fine.
Seth Rollins: Oh is that right? Go ahead, tell me more. I’m listening.
Paul Heyman: That’s all there is to say now. Things will be rectified, and the loose ends will be capped and stuffed up. You will be more than satisfied with the fruits that will be delivered.
Seth Rollins: Fruits, eh? Your verbal hieroglyphics better be worth deciphering Paul, your ass is in the hot seat.
Rollins gets up and walks out of camera shot while Paul stand idly, smirking and rubbing his hands like Birdman…..
The epic sound of Wolfgang Van Halen radiated over the arena as we're immediately met with the arrival of Chael Sonnen, who stood upon the entrance ramp with a mixed assortment of cheers, and jeers. After looking over the crowd, Chael would motion his hand as his personal hand picked man, Tom Lawlor would make his arrival onto the scene. Both men fixated on the ring itself. Chael would keep his I don't give a crap demeanor as he ignored all the people down the ramp. On the flip side, Tom would give some of the people their monies, pounding a few fist, clapping a few hands -- The usual stuff, before making his way into the midst of the ring. It isn't long before Chael taps Tom on the shoulder, whispering in his ear. Chael would then make his exit, as a more determined look would creep across the face of "Filthy," Tom Lawlor. One thing was for certain, God have mercy on his opponent.
The arena lights start flashing red, white and blue, as the titan tron comes to life with the largest advertisement for the Alpha Academy.
The American Alpha himself, The UWF Television Champion, Chad Gable steps out, looking far impressive under all the lights, and glamour of the Alpha Academy. He smiles and takes in the sea of people around him before raising his arm in the here and shouting "FOR THE ACADEMY!" The smile never leaves his face as he marches to the ring. He takes a moment on the ramp and slaps his baby, his championship, with his hand before giving the crowd another Alpha Pose
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 202 pounds, The American Alpha.. The UWF Television Champion, Chad Gable!!
Chad has made it to the ring and has ascended the steps just like how he ascended the podium at the Olympics. He wipes his feet on the apron before entering because he respects the mat. Probably more than anything, He is the most respectful. He gives the fans what they want and desire one more time and gives them a pose from the corner. The camera flashes are almost blinding as everyone tries to get the perfect shot of the absolute specimen in the ring, The truth is that every shot of Chad is the perfect shot though. He takes the best pictures. Better than anyone else. He jumps down and is ready. He is ready.
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DING DING DING
The two men meet in the middle of the ring ready to tie up. Gable however goes low and swings around Lawlor, taking his back and lifting him up only to slam him down into the mat. Lawlor sits through to break the waistlock and rushes behind Gable, getting him in a waistlock. Gable keeps his stance wide to keep Lawlor from taking him down. Tom instead goes for the German Suplex but Gable is able to lower his center of gravity and make it much harder for Tom to get him up. He slowly lifts Chad but but the Television Champion elbows him int eh side of the head to break free. Gable runs forward to the ropes but as soon as he bounces off, he's hit in the gut with a Running Knee! Lawlor then rolls him out with a Snapmare before running past him to the ropes and coming back with a PK to the chest! He goes for the cover right away!
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Gable kicks out! Lawlor brings him back up to his feet and places him in an Abdominal Stretch! You can see the pain etched on Gable's face. He reaches out for the ropes but Lawlor lives up to his filthy moniker and starts driving his elbow into the ribs of Gable causing him to bring his arm in to deal with that. Lawlor has a smile on his face for the pain he's causing and Chael is right there with him, chuckling at the agony Gable is in. The Television Champion is no slouch however and he's able to find some strength to Hip Toss Lawlor over! Tom rushes back to his feet and throws a punch only for Gable to catch him and take him down with a Judo Throw! Gable keeps a hold of the arm and drops down into a Cross Armbreaker!
Tom Phillips: Gable with a submission of his own here. Could he make the #1 contender to the UWF Championship tap just before his title match?
Corey Graves: Not so fast Phillips, he doesn't have it quite locked in just yet.
Mauro Ranallo: If I had to put money on anyone knowing how to avoid being tapped out, it'd be Tom Lawlor.
Lawlor has his hands clasped together, preventing the full extension of his arm. He's able to roll up have Gable upside down. Lawlor just starts kicking his face in and it's not long before Gable releases the hold. Lawlor brings him up and hooks him up for an Exploder Suplex but a few elbows to the side of the head prevent this. Gable instead sends him up and over with a Snap Suplex! Gable right away goes to the top rope. He's rushing but Lawlor manages to get back up and meet him in the corner. He punches him in the head a few times before going up to the second rope. Gable fights him off however and even gives him a headbutt for good measure. Lawlor falls back but lands on his feet. He stumbles a bit, trying to shake the cobwebs but Gable gets his feet re-situated and leaps off, taking him down with a Diving Crossbody! He hooks both legs for the cover!
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Lawlor kicks out! Gable rolls off and Tom rolls over onto his belly. He tries to crawl to the ropes but Gable ends up standing over him and grabbing him at the waist. He shows off his strength with an impressive deadlift. Lawlor however has gotten close enough to the ropes to reach out and grab them to prevent him from being flung over. The ref instructs Gable to release the hold which he does but Lawlor goes to blindside him with a punch! Gable ends up ducking it and takes his waist, popping his hips back for a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge!
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Lawlor kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: If there's one thing Gable is great at, it's regaining control of a match with just one maneuver.
Corey Graves: I'll agree with that but Tom Lawlor's got knockout power. He can also win a match out of nowhere and that's something Gable needs to be worried about.
Gable grabs Lawlor and drags him into position near the corner before he heads up top. Chael tries to yell a warning out to Lawlor but there's no movement. Gable gets himself situated at the top before he jumps backwards going for a Moonsault! Unfortunately for him, Lawlor gets his knees up and Gable comes crashing down on them HARD! Gable rolls around on the mat holding his ribs while Lawlor slowly gets to his feet. Gable tries to get back up but he's having trouble as he's still holding his ribs. Lawlor comes over and nails him with a Superman Punch! The force of the punch turns Gable away from him and Tom grabs him from behind throwing him back with a German Suplex! Gable lands high on his neck and the momentum has him flip back over onto his knees. He's all sorts of dazed and Lawlor finishes the job with a Sliding Lariat! Gable goes down and Lawlor makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, "Filthy" Tom Lawlor!
Lawlor gets his hand raised and he's more than happy to pick up the win and some momentum heading into Bad Blood. Gable is checked on by the ref as the show moves on.
THE FOLLOWING IS A PAID FOR INFORMERCIAL FROM THE SIMON SYSTEM (c) AND THE CONTOURAGE
Simon Dean's theme music plays and we're shown clips of Dean with many of his clients. He's hotdogging for the camera throwing up big thumbs up with a shit-eating grin on his face. The camera then shows a studio and pans across the many products available from The Simon System until we land on the latest in the line of products which we don't get the chance to read before Rob Conway grabs it and has a little chuckle before we pan to Simon Dean in his blue open-chested jumpsuit.
Simon Dean: My name is Simon Dean and I'm here to help you!, YEAH!.
Dean punches the air with a great deal of excitement.
You may know me from my many products - protein shakes, protein bars, nootropics and even testosterone boosters for all you UWF fans out there with your fat bellies and low testosterone. You may also know me for my many training videos on demand or lets be more realistic, my many DVDs of years past when you used to put at least some effort into your appearance. But you probably know me best now as the man... behind the man, Rob Conway. See when Rob Conway wants advice on nutrition, when he wants new training regimes he comes to the top sports scientist in the world... me!, yeah!. And ever since 'The Conman' has teamed up with my patented Simon System it's been nothing but success after success and he's never looked better, he's never felt better and he's on a one way road to the very top of the wrestling world thanks, in part, to my patented Simon System. Now imagine what I could do for all you. Imagine what I could do to those bellies, those moobs, those jowls, those bingo-wing arms and that cellulite that's dimpling all of your derriere's right now. But there's one new product that I've created that I'm so excited to tell you all about. This is a real game changer... allow me to introduce to you my new patented Simon System BUDDY BLASTER!, YEAH!
Conway turns the tub around to show a rather unflattering photograph of Buddy Murphy on a tub of fat burners.
This is the most powerful fat-burner, testosterone booster and caffeine supplement in the world today. Fat-burner to take away the little pouch where there should be abs. A testosterone booster because let's face facts, no real man is hiding behind two little women like Billy Kay and Sonya Deville and a caffeine supplement to stop us all from falling asleep whenever you're on television!. Now this product is available for a limited time only you can get it exclusively from the Simon System website right now!. Now this product is aimed at one man in particular and he's someone that's made himself well known to myself and The Contourage in recent weeks, Buddy Murphy. Last week little Buddy tried his hand at a real man's sport, bodybuilding - against one of... no... against the top physique in the wrestling industry today and he was so thoroughly embarrassed that he resorted to sneak attacks and violence against my client Rob Conway. Now not only is this an insult to 'The Conman' but you crossed over the line and insulted the entire Contourage leading to a match being made for Bad Blood. And is at Bad Blood Buddy where you will get your free trial of the Buddy Blaster courtesy of The Contourage. But that's not all, for this match exclusively?, we're throwing in a Kay Krusher, a new nootropic supplement to maybe help your little cohort stop making so many dumb, rash decisions and wild, unfound claims and we'll even throw in the Sonya Solution, a natural mood enhancer, something which might maybe just give her a little charisma and something to smile about. All these products are going to be available for one night only and they come with an extra special message from my client Rob Conway
Conway looks at the bottle of Buddy Blaster and throws it to the ground putting his foot on the picture of his Bad Blood opponent.
Rob Conway: Last week Buddy Murphy you had the audacity to lay hands on me and this week you team up alongside me. My suggestion to you little guy is to enjoy it while it lasts and hey, maybe you can try out these new products with your little 'mates'. Because this is all you're going to get out of going toe-to-toe with The Contourage besides the beating you'll all take at Bad Blood. You embarassed me in front of Arnold Schwarzenegger and you've tried to use Rob Conway as a meal ticket here in the UWF and dinner times over. You've tried to make yourself famous off of my good name and at Bad Blood that all ends - but hey, at least you got to try some of our amazing Simon System supplements to go with the ass-kicking because at Bad Blood it will be last time a loser like Buddy Murphy gets to even mention his name alongside a major star and rightful contender to the UWF Championship like 'The Conman' and hell, I might even send his ass back to where it belongs - drinking stale beer and watching sports nobody else cares about in a backwoods like Australia and you can take your two little skanks with you.
Conway stomps the bottle which snaps under his boot, he laughs at his handiwork.
At Bad Blood, we'll show you why you don't cross The Contourage and you'll learn that not the right way, not the wrong way... not the easy way, not even the hard way... but the CON-WAY.
The camera closes up on Conway's face as he laughs and the feed ends.
The Scene opens up where Sami Zayn is standing by with La Luchadora.
Sami Zayn: Can you believe what happened last week? Beck- err La Luchadora was simply going down to the ring to congratulate Cena on a hard earned victory and yet she was blindsided by Eve! She didn't even get a chance to explain her actions before she was assaulted! La Luchadora is mute so I think this is also considered a hate crime. The fact that EC3 can employ these complete scums of the earth still is beyond me. And just because Cena can move a little merch? Does EC3 not see the potential in El Generico and La Luchadora masks? Both little boys and girls have actual heroes to look up to now, not these wannabes coasting on their past fame. Generico may not have been here the past two weeks because he's busy doing community outreach programs like a real hero but make no mistake, come Bad Blood, La Dúo Dinámico will be there and I won't even be in their corner for the match. I trust them to make an example of John Cena and Eve all by themselves. Now if you'll excuse us, we have some sick children to visit in the hospital.
Sami and La Luchadora walk off as the show moves on.
Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match and is set for one-fall!
Murphy exuding confidence walks onto the ramp he gets down touching the ground before posing to the crowd, Higher Ground plays right throughout the arena it drowns out the crowds reaction, Murphy walks out head held high as he measures up the crowd, Murphy looks towards the ring as he slowly makes his way to the ring...
Chimel:Introducing first... Buddy Murphy, The AUSSIE W.M.D...
Murphy gets to the ring where he steps back a moment before sliding under the ropes and posing for the crowd, He lifts up his head as he looks to the crowd...
Murphy goes through the middle rope as he moves to his corner where he sits on the turnbuckle as he waits for the match to begin, Murphy looks on as Kay and Sonya look on already at ringside...
Just look at me...
The piano riff hits and the crowd immediately begin to bemoan the arrival of their least favourite superstar, Rob Conway. Before 'The Conman' appears, his stablemates Simon Dean and Sylvan walk out onto the stage and face the curtain as if to present Conway. To the sound of tremendous booing 'The Conman' struts out onto the ramp full of arrogance. He's singing along to his theme music and grinning from ear to ear. Sylvan and Dean flank him, pointing to their man as he makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.
Chimel: Next, being accompanied by The Contourage - Simon Dean and Sylvan, from New Albany, Indiana, weighing in at 234 pounds - he is 'The Conman' - Rob Conway!
Conway hops up onto the apron and turns around the face the crowd, he points to each of his abs and seems awful impressed with himself as Dean holds up a Simon System shake next to him in an act of product placement. Conway steps between the ropes and into the ring before he heads towards the hard camera, puts on foot on the middle rope and raises a single finger high in the air as The Contourage take their place at ringside.
Eddie Kingston heads on down the ramp.
Chimel: Next... from New York and without an entrance in his profile... Eddie Kingston!
The Mad King steps into the ring and awaits the arrival of his teammate.
Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, fire pyro shoots from the top of the rap ala Kane. The spotlights return, a blue tint once more, shining all throughout the arena before returning to the head of the ramp once more.
Without further ado, The Architect, Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The Intercontinental Championship is firmly strapped around his waist and the brand new champion makes his way from the backstage arena with an extremely smug and arrogant aura. He smacks the title one good time to make sure that all eyes are on the belt before continuing down to the ring. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing a self-approving look on his face as well.
The fans show their disapproval for the duo by launching incredibly loud boo's in unison that would register on the Richter scale. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth goes to one of the sides of the ropes facing the fans and puts a leg on the second rope, and he hoists the Intercontinental Championship up over his head with one hand. Seth screams at the top of lungs while boasting the title to as if to remind everyone exactly who he is. The fans react with an even louder negative reaction.
Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the Intercontinental Champion: SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
With Bad Blood opponents now teamed up in separate corners, Tony Chimel exits the ring and the Referee calls for the bell.
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DING DING
Before they start the match, Rob goes to the microphone and he begin to speak.
In all honestly, I would love to fight tonight. But I can't because I don't want to get this pretty face ruin and I have to be top shape when I face the UWF Champion CM Punk. So Seth, and Eddie, you would have to fight my replacement who is Simon Dean. I also don't want to tag with some scrub who cheated last week in the contest judge by Arnold.
The crowd boos as Rob Conway get himself out of the ring and Simon comes in to wrestle for him. Murphy is upset that he have to team up with Simon and he grabs Simon by the neck.
Buddy Murphy: Look you son of a bitch. You better not lose or I will make sure you find out why they call me WMD!
Simon shakes his head as he nod in approval and Buddy is about to start the match. Then suddenly Simon tap him on the shoulder and tell him to leave it to him. Buddy gets upset again as he goes back to the corner and Simon gets into the ring. He starts with a tie up with Eddie. Then Simon whips Eddie to the ropes as he gives a back body drop and he goes for the pin. But Kingston kick out before the count of one. Simon put him in a chin lock as Eddie tries to get out and Seth is tapping on the turnbuckle for Kingston to make a comeback. Then Eddie gets up as he elbow Simon in thee stomach and he suplex him.
Simon fall down as Eddie pick him and he throw him to the turnbuckle. He gives him a few chops until Simon's chest turns red and then he climb up on the turnbuckle. He hits him with the 10 punches before the referee tell him to get off as Seth is smiling. Then he get down as he take Simon and he bring him to his side of the ring. He bring him to the turnbuckle as Seth tag him out of nowhere and Eddie is pissed while the referee tell Eddie to go to his corner. Seth comes in with a huge smile on his face and he begin chopping Simon's chest until you hear the arena yelling "Wooo". Then he whips Simon to the other end of the turnbuckle as Deans hits the turnbuckle hard and Seth run over to hook the leg.
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and a kick out.
Seth pick up Simon as he drag him to his side of the turnbuckle and he tags Kingson, Eddie comes in as he hits a belly to belly suplex and he puts Simon in a sleeper hold. He tighten the hold as Simon tries to get out and Buddy look on in frustration, The referee begin to count as he raised Simon's hand and he drops it.
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Simon's hand drop as the referee begin to pick it up again and then he drop it.
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Buddy comes in as he stomp on Eddie's back as the referee tell him to get back to his corner and Sylvan slips into the ring. He pick up Kingson and he drop him with the Flapjack. Simon get up as he realized Kingson is down and he hook the leg. The referee begin the count.
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and a kick out.
Simon hold both of his hands as he can't believe Eddie just kick out. He goes to the referee as he argue with the referee and he complain it was a slow count. The referee tell him that Eddie kick out and it wasn't a slow count. He turn around and he tries to grab Kingson as Eddie hits him with a huge lariat. The crowd is chanting for Eddie to get up and Seth is hitting on the turnbuckle yelling for the tag. Kingson crawl slowly over to the turnbuckle as he reach for Seth while Simon is down. Eddie tag Rollins and Rollins come running into the ring. Simon tries to clothesline him as Seth ducks and he hit him with a Sling Blade. Buddy holds his head in hesitation as he is yelling for Simon to tag him. Seth pick up Simon as he hits three German suplex and then he goes to the turnbuckle. He point to Eddie as he mock him before he jump off the turnbuckle.
Dean puts his feet up as Rollins hold his chest and Dean crawl over to Murphy. Murphy reach out for his hand as Simon tags him and Murphy comes in. Seth comes running for Buddy as Buddy ducks and he hits a neckbreaker. Then Buddy pick him up as he hits the World's End and Seth's body is near Buddy's corner. Buddy is about to go hook the leg as Simon tag him on the back and he tells him to get out of the ring. Buddy grabs Simon by the neck and he is about to hit Simon while Maryse get on the ring ropes. She distract the referee while Rob Conway hits Buddy from behind and he grab him from behind. He throw him out of the ring while Billie Kay and Sonya gets into a fight with both Maryse. Sylvan and Conway join in to help Maryse fight Murphy's crew off. Rob and Buddy are fighting outside of the ring. Then Con-tourage and Murphy's crew fight their back to the back leaving Simon alone with their opponents. Simon is alone with Buddy fighting Eddie and Seth.
Mauro Ranallo: Oh my God, Murphy just hit Dean with the Murphy's Law!
Corey Graves: I knew that was going to happen. That is what Rob get for messing with Buddy!
Simon tries to go for the Simonizer on Rollins as Buddy suddenly turn him around and he hits the Murphy Law. Then he run out of the ring as he look back at Simon and he start talking trash before he run to the back to help fight Rob in the back. Seth smiles as he get up and he wait for Simon to get up. Simon slowly get up as he turn around and Seth Rollins hits him with the Curb Stomp. He hook the leg and the referee begin the count.
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Todd Phillips: That's the end for Simon. Rollins and Kingston have won their match due to a betrayal from Buddy.
Corey Graves: I am not surprised at all. Why would you have a idiot like Simon be your replacement?
Mauro Ranallo: We all know the battle between Murphy and Conway is about to explode at Bad Blood!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winners, Seth Rollins and Eddie Kingston.
The referee hold both of their hands into the air while they look at each other. Then the referee let go of their hands before Seth and Eddie starts talking trash to each other while Eddie takes his hand away from the referee. They both goes head to head to each other as they are ready to fight.
Mauro Ranallo: Look at that. Both men are winners tonight. But both men are ready for the fight of their lives when they both face each other at Bad Blood.
Corey Graves: We all know it won't be a happy ending for both Rollins and Kingson for sure.
Todd Philips: We don't know what will happen at Bad Blood. But we all know we are extremely ready for this five star match between these two talented competitors who are no doubt future UWF Hall of Famers!
The scene fades and ends with a stare down between Seth and Eddie in the middle of the ring.
The scene opens with Renee Young sitting down, a sit-down interview, one type she rarely does but doesn’t never do. Some guys do it, who gives a shit, aight. It doesn’t look as if she’s acknowledged the on camera yet.
Renee Young: …look, I’m sure he’ll be here. Wait, we're?
She faces to turn the camera and then smiles, but slightly glares off camera for someone for putting the interview on despite the guest not even being present yet.
Renee Young: Hello UWF Universe, this is Renee Young bringing you an exclusive sitdown interview with one of the UWF’s loudest, yet not most vocal, superstars. He should be joining us any seco-
The door suddenly busts open seeing a man with a limp.
WARHORSE: AM I LATE FOR THE FREE PRE-WORKOUT GIVEAWAY??!?!?!
Renee looks across, not as shocked as you’d think for someone saying something like that. She must’ve baited him here. Dudes, nobody is gonna get that reference but it’s blatant. Back inside the walls.
Renee Young: No, please take a seat.
Confused, looking around, Warhorse makes eye contact with several cameras, panning in on him with the amount of camera cuts that would make Kevin Dunn seasick.
WARHORSE: RENEE… WHERE’S THE GOODS?
Warhorse slowly walks over to the chair and sits down, continuing these pacing eyes. What the heck is even going on? Where’s the tubs?
Renee Young: Warhorse, Jake, we’re not giving any pre-workout. This, this is… an interview.
Warhorse looks moderately pissed off, he’s gonna have to go out of his way to order some instead.
WARHORSE: SHIT… I MEAN YOU COULD’VE JUST ASKED, RENEE. IT’S NOT LIKE I’M AVOIDING ALL THIS, LIKE I’M NOT HERE TO TALK, HERE TO HELP.
Renee Young: Yeah sure, whatever.
Renee shuffles her papers and finds the most potent set of questions as Warhorse sits looking offended.
Renee Young: So… how are you?
WARHORSE: YEAH, I’M SITTING DOWN. GOOD, GOOD I GUESS?
Renee Young: I mean in the wider scheme of things, your current standing here in the UWF.
WARHORSE: WELL, I MEAN, GOOD TOO, I GUESS?
Renee Young: Uh okay then, not bothered by someone vowing to end your career?
Warhorse laughs as Renee awaits an answer.
WARHORSE: LOOK, RENEE, THIS ISN’T THE FIRST TIME AND IT SURE WON’T BE THE LAST TIME SOMEONE THINKS THEY’LL BE THE END OF THE WARHORSE. IT’S RIDICULOUS TO EVEN WORRY ABOUT ANYTHING LIKE THAT. LOOK AT HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE TRIED TO SCREW ME OVER, AND I’M STILL HERE.
Renee Young: So you reckon your odds are good going into the match with Ciampa on Bad Blood?
WARHORSE: YEAH, WHY THE HELL SHOULD I WORRY?
Renee sees how much Warhorse is underestimating and not taking Ciampa seriously despite the amount he’s done to wrong him in the past weeks.
Renee Young: We’ll come back to that. In the past, you mentioned that people tried to screw you over, intentionally hurt you, has it affected you in the grander scheme of things?
Warhorse thinks for a brief second, breathing in and out.
WARHORSE: EVERY STEP WE TAKE IN THIS LIFE CHANGES US FOR THE BETTER OR WORSE RENEE, IT’S THE RISK OF STEPPING IN THIS SPORT.
Renee Young: I mean, you’ve faced a lot of adversity. You’ve been here for over a year now, consistently, the longest current run here in the UWF right now. Surely that takes it out of a person, right?
WARHORSE: YEAH, IT DOES, BUT I LOVE IT.
Renee looks down at Warhorse’s beat up leg.
Renee Young: The heights, the pain, the glory, the injuries and everything in between?
WARHORSE: I COULDN’T HAVE SAID IT BETTER MYSELF.
Renee sighs.
Renee Young: Why does everyone have it out for you? I don't see any unfair spirit on you. Yet it always seems like someone has a vendetta against you. Ciampa surely can’t be too little of a threat if he’s managed to do that to you.
WARHORSE: I DON’T SEE ALL THIS HYPE AROUND THIS GUY. HE THINKS HE CAN TAKE CONSISTENT CHEAP SHOTS AND BE THE BIG NOISE, THE REAL WAVES COMING THROUGH? I DON’T KNOW WHY HE’D BURDEN THE PEOPLE WITH HAVING TO SEE THAT TYPE OF DELUSION RING THROUGH LIKE A MEGAPHONE.
Renee Young: I don’t think it's a delusion, he’s made a defined splash here lately.
WARHORSE: PAH.
The Warhorse pauses for a second.
WARHORSE: HAVE YOU SEEN THAT GUY WALK AROUND THE BACK? HE’S A PIECE OF SHIT, NOT THE TYPE THAT YOU RESPECT. NO, THAT MAN AIN’T GOT ANYTHING TO RESPECT ABOUT HIM. HE’S A COWARD, HE’S A RATSHIT PERSON AND WORST OF ALL RENEE. HE’S A GODDAMN, FUCKING, POSER.
Silence dawns on the room after that big claim, calling out Tommaso Ciampa for being a big fucking poser. Renee even looks visibly shocked.
WARHORSE: I DON’T CARE WHAT HE DOES TO ME, I DON’T CARE WHAT HE THINKS THAT HE CAN, BECAUSE EYE TO EYE, MAN ON MAN, HE’S NOT THE BETTER ONE. HE KNOWS IT, THE LADIES IN THE CROWD KNOW IT, HIS MOMMA PROBABLY EVEN KNOWS IT FOR DAMN CERTAIN. I DON’T CARE WHAT I HAVE TO DO TO HIM, HE’S NOT GONNA STAND TALL AFTER I’M DONE WITH HIM. IT’LL BE A DECLINE, HOW SHARP IT’LL BE, WE’LL HAVE TO TELL, RENEE. BUT FRANKLY, I THINK WE’D ALL BE BETTER OFF IF HE GOT A GODDAMN BULLET BETWEEN THE EYES.
Renee Young: Strong words, horse.
WARHORSE: WELL IT’S HOW I FEEL ABOUT THAT, RENEE.
Renee Young: Well I can’t argue with that.
We pause for a second.
Renee Young: Well… back to you guys.
We head elsewhere as Warhorse is left looking confused at this constant dipping in and out of meta.
The titantron with UWF Revolution on it goes black, and in a flash the image we’ve seen for the past couple of weeks of a single flower being blown by the wind is shown. You can hear footsteps walking on gravel slowly, stopping and pausing for a moment all the while the image on the flower simply pans in slowly. The now familiar little chant begins once more.
-- He Loves me, He loves me not.
He Loves me, he loves me not.
He Loves me, he loves me not.--
The voice stops, and after a brief moment of silence the footsteps are heard again. As the camera gets right on top of the flower, the source of the footsteps, albeit blurry, are finally seen walking into frame behind the flower. The person stands there and in a swift motion plucks the flower out of the ground, bringing it up in their hands out of frame again. As they begin to chant, you see flower petals fall into frame as the camera begins to pan out.
-- He Loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not
As the camera pans out you can see more of the area, revealing the flower to have been growing not through dirt or gravel, but smoking ashes.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me...
The voice stops and so does the camera before it reaches past the upper body of the person, after a few moments of silence and stillness, almost like the feed itself froze, Until they start shaking slightly in excitement.
I knew it! Knew it, Knew it! Ahhh I finally found where you've been hiding, hahahaha...I can't wait, He really loves me!
Suddenly dropping down unto the ground, ash and smoke raising from the impact.
Alexa Bliss: Ȟ̴̰ē̵͔̮ Loves me.
Static consumes the feed, as Revolution continues.
As Mutter by Vanna blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, wearing a new camouflage jacket with the hood up he stands at the top of the stage and looks out as Chimel announces him.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs he is the "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.
Looking out onto the crowd, he looks left and right before stomping his foot as yellow and black pyro shoots out from the stage. Ciampa walks down to the ring and slides in, hood still up. He stands up and runs to the top right turnbuckle and climbs to the second one, keeping his head down he suddenly jolts up and whips down his hood before beating his chest with his fist, Ciampa then jumps down and gets into his corner pacing in circles as he waits for his opponent.
P U N K
The UWF Champion marches purposefully out on to the ramp, strobe lights flashing in time with the pulsing rhythm of "Digging for Windows". With his name spread big and bold up on the titantron, Punk takes a knee and checks the invisible wrist watch to confirm the time. Love him or hate him, the fans all scream along when he announces that it's Clobberin' Time!
Chimel: Making his way to the ring... being accompanied by Samoa Joe... from Chicago, Illinois... weighing in at 218 pounds... The UWF Champion... CM PUNK!
The brooding Samoan Submission Machine comes trailing behind Punk as he walks down the ramp. Fans reaching over the barricade for high-fives or booing all the way up in the nosebleeds are ignored all the same. The Renaissance is realized. This is a man who has re-established himself as Best in the World and he knows out. He carries himself with bulletproof confidence, daring any and all comers to take their shot. While Samoa Joe takes his place at the corner of the apron, CM Punk climbs into the squared circle, ready to compete.
VS 
DING DING DING
As soon as the bell rings, Ciampa sprints across the ring and connects with a devastating jumping European Uppercut! Punk gets knocked backwards into the corner and Ciampa continues with a relentless barrage of elbow shots over and over until the ref gets the count of 4. Tommaso pulls Punk out with a Short Arm Clothesline to take him down. He then kicks him out of the ring and yells out to the crowd much to the dismay of the crowd.
Mauro Ranallo: The confidence and ferociousness of Tommaso Ciampa this past month has been a devastating combination for his opponents.
Corey Graves: Ciampa’s been on a bit of a winning streak since his mean streak. Who knew beating up a non active competitor could lead to such success. You better watch out Phillips, I might get an idea.
Tom Phillips: God knows you need a bit of career resurgence when it come to your commentary.
Joe stares Ciampa down but the Sicilian Psychopath don't give a fuck. He walks over to the ropes and opens them up, egging the former UWF Champion to come on in and get an ass whooping. Punk however manages to get back to his feet and takes the long way around the ring, climbing up the steps and getting back into the ring. He gets ready to reset and him and Ciampa go to lock up in the center of the ring. At the last second however Ciampa goes low with a knee to the gut. He follows up with a clubbing blow to the back to bring Punk to his knees. He then grabs his ears with both hands and proceeds to just straight knee him in the face! The UWF Champion goes down and Ciampa simply places his boot over his chest for the pin.
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Punk gets the shoulder up right away due to the lackadaisical cover. Ciampa doesn't care though, opting to just pick Punk right back up. He takes both arms in a double underhook. He's setting him up for the Fairy Tale Ending already but Punk manages to twist out, keeping a hold of the arm to bring him in for a Short Arm Clothesline of his own. Ciampa pops right back up and takes a swing. Punk manages to catch his fist and twist it behind his back in a hammerlock before clotheslining him with the Pepsi Twist! Ciampa quickly rolls out of the ring to try and stop Punk from gaining any momentum.
Ciampa ends up coming out of the ring near Joe and the big man stands right by him with his arm crossed. Ciampa talks a little mess but he doesn't see Punk come charging out of the ring with the Suicide Dive to take him out! Punk throws him back into the ring and goes straight to the top rope. Ciampa is laying in the middle of the ring and so Punk points to the heavens before coming off with the Elbow Drop! Ciampa however rolls out of the way and Punk lands awkwardly onto his elbow. He quickly gets back up holding the elbow but Ciampa is already there to take advantage. He kicks Punk in the gut and gives him a Reverse STO, putting more emphasis on grabbing the shoulder and trying to dislocate it on the way down!
Tom Phillips: Ciampa is looking to systematically destroy CM Punk here tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: I was originally thinking he may be just sending a message to Warhorse but now he may just be sending a message directly to Punk himself. He could be next in line at a title shot regardless of who comes out on Bad Blood the UWF Champion.
Corey Graves: Actually I think he may be sending a message to EC3. This is what happens when you don't give him what he wants. He takes out your champion.
Punk has rolled out onto the apron and holds his shoulder. Ciampa gets a smile on his face as he comes over and picks him up between the ropes. He slowly brings him out, his feet hanging over the ropes. Punk however slips into the ring and hoist Ciampa over the ropes. Tommaso lands on the apron and elbows Punk in the back of the head! Punk retreats to the center of the ring and Ciampa comes back in through the ropes. He comes up to Punk but is blindsided with a Roundhouse Kick to the side of the head! Ciampa staggers over to the corner but Punk comes running over with the Knee in the corner! He then takes his head and comes out with a Bulldog! He turns him over for the cover!
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Ciampa kicks out! Punk brings him back up, keeping him close in a clinch and throws a few knees to make sure he doesn't fight back. Ciampa is hunched over with his hands near his face trying to block any oncoming knees. Punk takes his arms in a double underhook and flips him over with the Welcome To Chicago! Ciampa sits up holding his back from the impact of the blow but Punk rushes right past him, hitting the ropes and coming back with a Shining Wizard! Punk hooks both legs for a deep cover!
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Ciampa kicks out! Punk gets to his feet and back away, putting his hands together and leaning his head on them, telling everyone it's time to go to sleep. Ciampa starts to slowly rise but as he does, Chael Sonnen suddenly makes his way out from the back.
Mauro Ranallo: What does he think he's doing? He's got no business out here.
Corey Graves: He's doing whatever the hell he wants and there's nothing anyone can do about it.
Tom Phillips: Well I wouldn't say anyone.
Mauro is right as Samoa Joe quickly makes his way around to the ramp. Sonnen starts to back up with his hands held up but Joe wants to kick his ass. Chael sees that he's not slowing down and so he high tails it to the back, Joe giving chase. Punk was busy looking at them but he turns his attention back to Ciampa who catches him off guard with a kick to the gut. He quickly hooks both arms in a butterfly before lifting him up and hitting the Fairy Tale Ending! The UWF Champion is down as Ciampa makes the cover!
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But NO! Punk kicks out just in time! Ciampa looks like he's about to lose his mind but he quickly goes back on the attack, bringing the champ back up to his feet. He throws his head between his legs and lifts him up for Project Ciampa. Punk however starts to fight back with some shots to head and flips back over for a Hurrincanrana. Both men rush to their feet but it's Punk taking down Ciampa with a Leg Lariat! Ciampa gets back up right away but is met with two slaps to the face followed by a spinning back fist and a Clothesline to finish out the combination! Ciampa rolls to the outside to escape but Punk doesn't want to let him get too far. He runs to the ropes and comes out for another Suicide Dive except Tommaso scouted it and lifts his knee up high leveling Punk right in the face as he crumbles to the floor! Ciampa picks him up and tosses him back into the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: Ciampa could win the match right here!
Corey Graves: Oh I don't think he's going for the win just yet. It looks like he wants to punish Punk.
Ciampa brings Punk back up and sets him up for the Project Ciampa. Punk however just digs his thumbs right into the eyes of Ciampa causing him to drop hi9\m! Tommaso is blinded and can't open his eyes. He takes some wild swings but Punk is able to dodge them. Ciampa goes for a big one but Punk uses that momentum to duck underneath him and hoist him up onto his shoulders. Ciampa then comes crashing down into the GTS! Punk makes the cover!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion, CM Punk!
Mauro Ranallo: Ciampa's pension for causing pain ended up backfiring on him here tonight.
Corey Graves: Punk may have survived the battle but you can tell he's forever changed. Ciampa looks to be just gearing up for war.
Ciampa rolls out of the ring while Punk raises his championship up high. Suddenly the tron lights up and shows the backstage area. A camera crew is running after a commotion and they find Tom Lawlor choking out Samoa Joe!
Chael Sonnen: This is what happens when you try and get in our way. This Punk, is your future.
Joe has passed out and Punk takes off running to the back. Lawlor tosses Joe to the side and he and Chael take off as Punk comes around the corner. He's checking on Joe and calling for help as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Cena vs Orton - George
Kingston & Rollins vs Dean & Murphy - Evolution J
Gable vs Lawlor, Punk vs Ciampa - Danny
